Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Symarip,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.